At Lone Mountain Pass, the battle raged like wildfire.
Fire Spirit Race members were constantly being slain. Though this race, sealed away for countless years, was vast in number, they had lost their reason and were scattered and disordered; no matter how many there were, they were only a tray of loose sand.
In contrast, though the Myriad Demon Ridge side had been attacked in haste, and Lone Mountain Pass had seen no warfare for many years, the combat discipline of the Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators was plain to see. Set side by side, superiority and inferiority were clear at a glance.
The Myriad Demon Ridge side had plenty of casualties as well, but what war did not kill people? As long as the battle line remained stable, Lone Mountain City could be kept from falling, and the number of dead and wounded was still within an acceptable range.
For Lone Mountain Pass, a great battle like this was not necessarily a bad thing.
At the very least, it could serve to temper troops, letting many cultivators who still held beautiful fantasies about the battlefield witness the cruelty of war. If the Vast Sky Alliance army invaded next time, they would certainly be able to do somewhat better.
After the initial chaos, the many Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators also steadied their minds. The strong sheltered the weak, and the weak did their best to huddle together and resist the enemy. High in the sky, Wanzhang Gang and Tan Yaoniang joined hands to battle the Divine Sea Realm expert of the Fire Spirit Race, locked in a fight neither side could break from.
In the shadows beneath a certain stretch of city wall, a figure lay quietly in wait. Though she knew there were traps laid here by Myriad Demon Ridge,